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recover from his shattering climax, Kael rolled off Angel and onto
    his back. Angel leaned up on one elbow, looking at him. With one finger, he circled
    Kael‟s right nipple.
    “Daddy?”
    “What?”
    “Do you have to get rid of Sven‟s body?” It was the last thing Kael had expected
    to hear. He had momentarily forgotten the man slumped on the couch downstairs

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    with a bullet in his brain stem. He was surprised at the boy‟s practicality in a
    situation that would make most people run for their lives.
    “No. But I need to get out of here.”
    Kael looked at the blue numbers on the digital clock beside the bed: 2:35 a.m.
    “Can‟t we wait till morning? The maid doesn‟t arrive until eight.” The boy still
    seemed to think they were in this together. He had no idea that he should be dead
    by now, or that when Kael had declined to kill him earlier, it was a reprieve, not a
    commuting of his death sentence.
    “Was he mean to you?” Kael asked. “Your stepfather?”
    A sadness appeared in the lowered eyes. “He didn‟t love me. He only took me
    because I came with my mom, a matched pair. If he could have put me up for
    adoption, he would have.”
    Kael looked down at his nipples; the boy was pinching them gently, making
    them stand up.
    “He called me mean names. That can be worse than getting smacked, you
    know. My mom always said it was sticks and stones. But it hurt; it really hurt.”
    Kael wrapped his hand around Angel‟s head and pressed it into his chest. “I
    know.”
    “What‟s your name?” Angel asked, licking Kael‟s nipples.
    In the arena of work, he was never to tell anyone his name unless he intended
    to kill them. “Daddy.”
    Angel leaned up on his elbow again, grinning. “Daddy,” he repeated, “what‟s
    your real name?”
    “John Carpe. Have you ever had sex with a man before today?”
    “Yes, Daddy,” Angel said.
    Kael reached down to Angel‟s buttock and pinched it hard. The boy screamed
    at the pain. “What‟d I do?” he asked, obviously confused.
    Kael spoke very calmly. “Don‟t ever lie to me. I always know when I‟m being
    lied to. Have you had sex before, with a man?”
    “No, Daddy.” Angel‟s voice dropped very low. He frowned. “I‟ve kissed other
    boys, but that‟s it. How did you know?”
    Kael looked into the silver eyes. Now that Angel‟s hair was completely dry, it
    was very pale blond. He took in the delicate features and ran his hand over Angel‟s
    buttock where he had pinched him, rubbing it better.
    “How did you know, Daddy?”
    Kael looked at him. “A brand new tube of lubricant waiting hopefully in a
    drawer beside your bed.” He laughed out loud. “ Daddy Magazine hiding under the
    bed. A box of condoms with all twenty still in it.”
    “You‟re mean, Daddy.” Angel pouted.

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    Kael continued, “And you came two seconds after I finger fucked you. That‟s a
    dead giveaway. A submissive is supposed to ask permission to come, but you
    couldn‟t control it.”
    On the bedside table, Angel‟s phone rang. He sat up, reaching for it. Kael
    grabbed his arm, forcing him roughly back onto the bed. He pinned his shoulders
    down and spoke into his face very close, but never raised his voice. “Don‟t touch it.”
    The look in Angel‟s eyes spoke with far more intensity than his words; he was
    terrified. The color in his cheeks drained, and his breath caught in his throat. Kael
    knew he could be scary, and he used the ability to great effect when need be. The
    phoned stopped ringing. “Sorry, Daddy,” Angel whispered.
    Kael pulled the condom off his cock and stood up. “Let‟s get showered and
    dressed. We need to leave.” He pushed Angel in front of him into the bathroom.
    “Turn the shower on and get in.” While the boy obeyed him, he flushed the condom
    down the toilet.
    They stepped under the rushing water. Kael squirted a lavish amount of
    shower gel into his palm and took Angel by